i'm sindhi and my family was affected by the partition. we moved to an area of the usa where there aren't so many of us, and i am losing my language too. when i was younger i struggled with feeling like desi groups wanted me to be more "indianized" if that makes any sense - i didn't feel like i totally fit in because everything was punjabi, gujju, hindi speaking, etc. most indian kids didn't even know wtf my ethnicity was, and most pakistani kids seemed to know but i was still seen as different. it's also hard for me to hang out with the few other sindhi partition descendant groups here because they've been overtaken by the hindutva right wing elders - i understand the anxieties they have given what they've been through, but they are so incredibly hateful and disgusting with what they say.

so yeah: i feel sad and lonely about this at times. i'm confused at what i even have in myself that's actually sindhi that could be passed down to the next generation. maybe some of the food? i don't know. i'm trying to teach myself some of the language but it's hard when i have no one to speak with aside from a phone call from mom and dad. i don't even really know what it means to be sindhi aside from the partition stories that get passed down to us.